The Glory of the Godfather

　　 In the VIP box of the Ibiza Athletic Stadium, club chairman Alfonso stood up and applauded, smiling.

　　 Looking at the stadium where cheers and applause resounded, watching the joyful expressions of the fans, he was happy in his heart. It was not easy to win a game for two months.

　　 "At least for the next week, you don't have to hear Mr. Torreira's complaints." said the team general manager Savage.

　　 "Don't mention that guy to me." Alfonso said disgustedly.

Torreira is an old friend of Alfonso, and he also has the identity of the mayor of Ibiza. Last year, Ibiza’s tourism revenue dropped by six percentage points year-on-year. Mr. Mayor complained that these were all Ibiza clubs. The pot:

　　The team's poor record and long-term ranking of the bottom of the league have caused the residents of the island to feel bad. The bad mood naturally affects their work effectiveness, and even smiles less when serving tourists...

　　Alfonso is unhappy about this: Since the team is so important to Kojima, the team is now in financial bankruptcy, why not pull the brothers?

　　……

　　 Fang Jue patted the non-existent dust on his body. Shi Shiran walked to the coaching bench of the visiting team. According to the etiquette, the coaches of both sides would shake hands at the end of the game.

　　 Fang Jue is a man who pays great attention to etiquette and knows how to be polite, so he is smiling.

　　 Enelit felt like he had eaten a decaying fly that had been dead for eight days. He looked at the smile on that bastard's face, and he felt tired.

　　 Fang Jue is very decent, he stretched out his right hand when he was two meters away from Enelit.

　　 Enellit stretched out his hand unwillingly, he meant to touch the opponent, but he was -

　　 Fang Jue squeezed the hand of his colleague from Orihuela, with a enthusiastic attitude, as if he had met a close friend whom he had not seen for many years.

　　 "Luckily, we can win, but we can only say that we have good luck." Fang Jue said sincerely.

Eh?

　　 This sounds pretty good.

　　 Enellit heard that, the other side felt that his senses were much better.

　　 At last, he knows himself well, knowing that you are lucky to win.

　　……

　　 "Yeah, your luck is too good." Enelit shook his head and said. The two goals made by me are all refractions. Our two central defenders will help you once. Is there any reason for this?

　　 "Thank you!" Fang Jue thanked him.

　　 "Thank what?" Ennelt was a little dazed.

"Of course I want to thank you, Mr. Ennelt." Fang Jue said happily and earnestly, "You are my lucky star, you forgot, you said before the game I wish me good luck, your words are really effective , We played so passively, we didn't even lose the ball, so..."

　　 Fang Jue speaks very fast, Barabara’s, Enelit has not listened to what he said later, and his head is full of huge question marks: Is this really the case? Is it really so?

　　 Finally, the question mark turned into a huge exclamation mark: My mouth is so powerful!

　　 Then there was deep depression.

In fact, Fang Jue’s remarks would not be believed by any sane person. It’s so ridiculous. However, the problem is that Enelite’s emotions are in an abnormal state, and this time The game is too weird.

　　 Fang Jue Barabara finished speaking, and finally thanked him again, and then before Enelit could react, he patted his shoulder again, turned and walked away.

　　 Enelit was still in a daze, it was uncomfortable in his heart.

　　 "Good guy." Ennelt seemed to hear the guy who left talking to himself.

　　 He almost vomited blood.

　　 Enelit is not stupid, he gradually understood that this **** said that on purpose, just to anger himself.

　　 I have never seen such a lacklustre person!

　　 Shouldn’t the winner be humble and then comfort the lost party?

　　 How come such a **** got in the coach?

　　 The head coach Orihuela, who was very angry, turned around and left with the depressed players.

　　 What is interesting is that since this day, when Mr. Ennelt shook hands routinely before the game, he never said a blessing such as ‘good luck’ to his colleagues.

　　……

　　 Fang felt in a good mood.

　　 He praised his players very much in the locker room.

　　 Of course, he also noticed that the eyes of the players looked at him differently, which was surprised and admired.

　　 Especially Clement, what a pure and respectful look.

　　 This makes him very useful.

　　 He can feel that these eyes are full of gratitude.

　　 This group of guys, if he weren't here to coach, I don't know that the year of the monkey can only taste the taste of victory.

　　 "Well, guys, enjoy the feeling of victory." Fang Jue said, after a pause, he said, "However, don't be too crazy, because you will gradually get used to this feeling in the future."

　　 The locker room howled and whistled.

　　 This is forcing a full score!

　　 Fang felt very satisfied.

　　……

　　 Before setting off to attend the press conference, Fang Jue went to the bathroom to open the gate and let the water out.

　　While washing his hands, he looked at the handsome guy in the mirror and shook his head. Obviously you can rely on your looks to eat, but you rely on your talents. It's a violent thing.

　　 The same player, the same configuration, Fernández’s scumbag led the team to play that was bad. In his hands, the team changed a lot in just one day and won! Won! Won!

　　 This is the embodiment of talent and ability.

　　 Such a young and handsome, the first time he coached, leading a team with a terrible record to win, this performance is simply perfect.

　　 He can already imagine the surprise, admiration, applause, and compliments he will receive at the press conference.

　　 My heart beats faster, I look forward to it.

　　Ah, thinking of talking loudly in front of so many media, and then letting those reporters turn their words into typefaces and praise him, what a wonderful thing...

　　 However, Fang Jue's good mood and sense of anticipation, after the press conference began... and gradually-disappeared.

　　……

　　 There were only five or six reporters at the scene, which disappointed Fang Jue slightly, and he didn't want to think about it. What do you want to do in a Spanish C-League game?

Seeing Fang Jue coming in, Orihuela’s head coach Enelt’s expression was not good. He first came to the press conference. Seeing Fang Jue hadn’t arrived yet, it was new and old hatred in his heart. You won. Want me to wait for you? Are you polite?

　　 The host announced the start of the press conference.

　　 The reporter first asked the head coach of the visiting team Orihuela Enelit.

　　 "Mr. Ennelt, this is obviously an unexpected defeat. What do you want to say about it?"

　　Enelit hasn't spoken yet, Fang Jue is upset, what is meant by an ‘unexpected’ defeat, do you look down on my team?

　　 Although this is true, please shut up!

　　 "What happened to us in this game, I believe everyone can see it." Enelit had already suffocated his stomach for a long time. "What we encountered was an unconventional Ibiza."

　　 Several reporters at the scene laughed, obviously they understood what this meant.

　　……

"My players have been dropped to the ground time and time again. The opponents seem to have never thought of winning from the first minute of the game. They..." Ennelt shrugged. "No one was injured. For Orihuela , Already considered good luck."

　　 Fang Jue was smiling. Although he wanted to say something about the loser, he wanted to keep his demeanor. If someone loses, wouldn't they make people feel sad?

　　 "Hello, coach Fang, I'm Rebeto, a reporter from Radio Pellet. Congratulations on winning the coaching debut." The reporter who asked Fang Jue the first question said.

　　 "Thank you." Fang Jue nodded and smiled reservedly. This reporter is very on the road, um, Radio Pellet, Torreira, I remember you.

　　 "How do you evaluate this game?" Rebeto continued to ask.

　　 "The two teams contributed a wonderful game together." Fang Jue said with a smile.

　　 Wonderful peat!

　　 The visiting team coach Enelt almost jumped up and hit someone. It’s a wonderful fart. If you want to say that the game is wonderful, it is also the origin of Orihuela’s kick. What is it called? Shrinking half-court like a tortoise, not thinking about offense, rude foul! foul! foul! If it were not for luck, could you win?

　　 Especially when he thinks of'luck', Enelit is in a flurry.

　　……

　　 "Do you really think this is a wonderful game?" Rebeto asked with a higher voice, staring at Fang Jue.

Yep?

　　 Fang Jue's smile narrowed and he looked at the reporter.

　　 "Isn't it?" He asked, "Two wonderful goals, a long-lost victory. For Ibiza, can't this be described as wonderful?"

　　 "But what I saw was extremely conservative tactics~www.ltnovel.com~ play without offensive spirit and rough fouls." Rebeto said sharply.

　　 "Radio Pellet" is just a small private radio media. It is not easy for such private media to survive and develop. Therefore, this small media, which has just been established less than a year ago, has established strict specifications and positioning for itself:

　　 Pursue sustainable development with sharp words and jumpy criticism.

　　 After analyzing and investigating, Pellet, the owner of Radio Pellet, came to the conclusion that, compared with the praiseworthy reports, the sharp and disintegrating criticisms are more impressive and compelling.

　　 If you praise one party, you will only win the like of that party, but if you scold him, you will win the attention and likes of more people.

　　 Don’t care how well you do, anyway, I’m just picking the bones in the egg, just scold you.

　　 Even if Ibiza played beautifully today, they can still pick the thorns. What's more, Ibiza really played ugly today and won a fluke (good luck).

　　 Enelit wanted to hug the reporter and kiss him fiercely. He was so right that he said what he was saying.

　　 Fairness and comfort.

　　……

　　 Fang Jue was angry. He came to the press conference with joy, thinking that he would be unanimously praised and could enjoy the admiration. He didn't expect it to be the current situation, which made him somewhat unexpected, and at the same time even more angry.

　　 "Radio Pellet" right?

　　 Beretto is right?

　　 I remember you.

　　 Don’t look at Fang Jue who is usually polite, gentle and courteous to everyone, and looks like a gentleman. But he really had a violent temper when he got angry.

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